Making a Killing

All the fishermen on Old Xu's fish transport boats knew Zhou Chenglei. They knew he was Old Mai's granddaughter's husband, so whenever someone saw him on the boat, they would call out, "Brother Lei, do you have seafood to sell?"

Zhou Chenglei nodded. "That's right. We caught quite a lot of good stuff in the nets today. Are you buying?"

"Of course we are! How could we not? I'll go down and see what good fish you've got! Find a spot and moor the boat properly."

They were currently waiting in line to dock, and no one knew when it would be their turn. So several boats simply found a place without any vessels and moored there first, buying Zhou Chenglei's catch.

Then several boats left the pier again.

By the time they had sold all the fish on the boats, it was already seven in the evening.

On the way back, Tian Caihua sat beneath the lights, counting the money one bill at a time.

They had really made a killing today!

One boatload of fish had sold for over ten thousand yuan.

Each family should be able to get more than five thousand yuan.

Tian Caihua had never tried making more than five thousand yuan from a single day of fishing.

That didn't even include the fish and mussels in the fish cages.

They had made one hundred and ten thousand yuan from selling mussels in mid-April!

She had been so excited that she couldn't sleep for an entire week.

After counting a stack of bills, Tian Caihua found that everything was correct. She put it aside and said, "From now on, let's send the catches from all the boats in our family to the City Pier and sell them to Old Xu!"

Jiang Xia shook her